dainty hands

Yeah, so, I remembered again last night why I don't really like to bowl. First, I've never gotten any good at it, and for some reason I've let that keep me from liking it all that much. Call me crazy, but if I toss a ball down a lane at least 20 times, I'd like to improve.

Secondly, though, and maybe most importantly, I have very dainty hands. I'm not sure if I should be proud or embarrassed of the fact, or if I should try to change or preserve it. All I know is that I played one game and was enjoying myself just enough that I was willing to play another. I through the ball about four more times before I started to feel warm spots on my thumb and pinkie. I couldn't believe it! I was getting blisters from bowling! What's more is that there were plenty of other girls there and none of them seemed to be having any problems. What in the world is that all about! I was mildly annoyed.

Since then I've recalled that I usually don't fall in love with sports that involve holding an apparatus of any kind for an extended period of time...hockey being the notable exception. But maybe hockey was different because you are always wearing gloves and nether the stick nor the puck are very heavy. I'll have to remember this next time.

In the meantime my thumb still hurts enough today that I'll have to hold my pen different and twisting off the cap of my water bottle is a little bit tricky. Ah me (sigh) my dainty, girly hands.

P.S. That cute boy in my new ward? Still very cute ;)

welcome back

Do you ever get a chance to remember how much you used to love something that for some reason you haven't had or done in so long? Oh man, I have had so much fun this week! Last Wednesday I played Ultimate Frisbee for the first time since college. I think I always imagined that with all the running around I'd be way behind everyone else, plus I'm not ultra comfortable with tossing a frisbee, but for whatever reason I tried it last week. Turned out that everyone got way tired so I fit right in, had a lot of fun, and played alright. Cool.

So I went and played again this week. On my way home I had an epiphany...I LOVE PLAYING SPORTS! Oh man! I had so much fun! And was even better this week, I even had some pretty sweet plays. Plus it's a great workout. I love to work out and all, and have always said I prefer team sports to individual ones, but I don't think I realised just how true that was. Then last night I got to go play volleyball with some people who play every week. I loved it! Oh man, I am so excited now to play ultimate and volleyball every week. I have missed it so much! YAY!

But I have to admit, I am quite sore today. Good, I'll just keep going back and that'll go away...awesome. Have you ever found something like that before that you hadn't even realized you'd missed?

i say, burn the 5-year plan

I know, it sounds like heresy to some of you, but this last weekend some of us tried it and I've been thinking about it ever since. You see, it was a bunch of women sitting around talking and one asked another about her 5-year plan. She that was asked automatically took on a serious air and sort of hesitated before starting. The moment struck me with a wonderful idea that I quickly vocalized. Instead of 5-year plans, let's share our 5-year fantasies! That one word change worked a miracle. All of a sudden everyone was eager to share and excited about the future. It released practical restraints and allowed us all to imagine as possible all the things we really want. And it wasn't anything crazy like millions of dollars or a husband who looks like Matthew McConaughey and acts like the Dali Lama, it was normal things, but that we talk ourselves out of when we get to practical. What a shame.

So, here's my challenge. Burn the 5-year plan and start thinking in terms of your %-year fantasy...it is liberating. :)

keep your eyes on the ball

I would like you all to know that you are lucky I am still alive. That is right. I have had a very near death experience. I will tell you all about it.

Saturday I went to my first baseball game in ages. For the record, I like baseball as a spectator sport. It gives you something to occupy your attention and provide conversation without being so demanding that you can't enjoy spending time with the people you came with.

I went with some people from my new ward (including a very cute guy, cross your fingers on that one) and we were having a nice time. It is amazing just how many foul balls go into the stands. I don't think I'd have guessed so many. It certainly adds to the excitement factor here and there. So, I was sitting back, taking in the game along with some burgeoning friendships when a foul ball was hit. No biggy. There it goes, higher and higher. Hm, looks like it's gonna come to our side instead of the other this time. Lower and lower. Wow, that's coming pretty close to where we are sitting. Closer and closer. Hm, is that ball falling right toward me? Could it possibly? ACK! IT'S GONNA HIT ME! And I ducked. Just in time for the ball to whizz passed me into the row behind where it bounced and then rested beneath my seat.

I'm pretty sure that that ball wanted to be mine and willed itself directly to me. It was pretty surreal, though, watching that thing head straight at my face. I'm pretty sure I'd have been clocked between the eyes if I hadn't moved. I remember how the shadowing on the white ball looked as it approached me. As it is, no harm done, I made an impression on some new friends (one girl asked why I didn't catch it, have you ever caught a baseball with your bare hands? ouch) and added a story to my growing collection. Fate is most definitely looking out for me.

i know why i'm not married

So, I said that dreams are funny things. Here is a case and point.
One of my favorite things is when real things that are going on in your life somehow work their way into your dreams. I will start with one such incident. In my dream, I had a bike, I've been thinking I would like to get a bike. It was kind of motorized somehow and I was on my way home. Home, in my dream, was some apartments kind of like where I lived in college. I walked around for a while trying to find a sheltered place to lock up my bike since a storm was coming in (last night I did, in fact spend some time safeguarding some stuff from a storm that was on its way). Then I went into my apartment where my friend, let's call her The Little Runt, had come by to see me. I had really been expecting this particular friend to come by sometime soon.

Now we are getting to the good stuff. We were hanging out talking, I was feeling a little out of sorts for a reason that soon came apparent. At some point The Little Runt said in a somewhat wistful yet perplexed way, "I can't believe you're married."...You may be thinking exactly what I thought...only, not in my dream. In my dream I said, "I know, I can't either, especially cause I can't really remember him anymore." And inside I was thinking, "Is that why I feel so funny." Then, in my dream I sort of seemed to remember snippets of a wedding...me in a white dress, people around, it was right after graduation (now it was some weeks later), and then he (my husband) had had to go somewhere for school or something shortly after and I hadn't seen him since then.

So I was trying hard to remember what he looked like, where he was, what his name was (yeah, I couldn't even remember his name), and why I'd loved him enough to marry him. It was a very odd sensation. Well, The Little Runt and I went to some garden party thing (to which I'd dressed very casual, so that I was almost mortified when Elders Thomas S. Monson and Dallen H. Oaks came in their suits and ties. Seriously, do they ever wear anything else?). As I was standing, listening to others talk and still pondering over my situation, I felt a tap on my shoulder, turned to see who it was, and found myself being hugged by a cute, tall, thin guy who was my husband (you know how it is in dreams, sometimes you just know things). Now I started to remember his name and it finally formed as Daniel Tuttle (isn't that funny I totally got such as specific name in a dream?). In real life I totally erased a Daniel from my phone recently whom I don't remember at all. In my dream I realized that it had been his number and he'd called me the night before, but I didn't answer cause I didn't recognise the number. I said, "Honey, um, did you call me last night?" Sure enough. Oops.

The more I saw him and heard him talk the more I liked him (or remembered liking him). He said how much he'd missed me and I fudged with the absolute truth and told him I'd missed him too. Then, while he was occupied with others I spent the rest of the time til I woke up looking for my journal with the wedding so that I could get some particulars down.

Isn't that so so funny! All of which has led me to this conclusion. I know why I'm not married...I AM married! I just don't remember! Ha! That totally makes sense. So I'd like to ask you all a favor. If you remember any details about the situation I wish you'd tell me. And for goodness sake, if you have his number will you please give it to me because I'd hate to not have my own husband's phone number. Man, that'd just be weird.

check the mirror for heaven's sake

So, I don't want this to be a catalog of all the embarrassing things I do in my life, but they are so great I can't help myself. :)

So, I like to workout, and Saturday I duded up and went to the gym. I did some cardio warm up and then some weights and a little circuit training of my own invention. I distinctly remember, while sitting on a mat with my legs in front of me about to do some ab work, noticing that there seemed to be a lot of loose material in my workout pants at the crotch area. Hm, oh well...one, two, three, breathe, four, five, etc. A few more exercises, some good stretching out and I headed to the locker room to collect my personal effects and go home. On my way to the locker room I even passed and schmoozed briefly with the cute guy who signed me up.

Upon entering the locker room I passed a mirror and, of course, glanced at it. Hm, what's that hanging from under my shirt in back? (Closer inspection) HA! Oh my goodness! I've got my pants on backward and those are the strings hanging down in back! Oh man, can you believe me? I did my whole workout with my strings hanging down on my hinnie. I wonder if anyone noticed. Man, what in the world am I gonna do next? On the up side, I have a nice callipygian figure that was showed off nicely with the consequent tightness at my back side. :P